sometimes lift it up,
There is a bridge over the creek
walked home after attending the class reunion,
Bend it now and then,
looming, smoky,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
crystal clear,
healthy wheat complexion skin,
The stream is microwaved,
Little feet put on black flat sandals,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
shoulder length hair,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Wearing a white crew-neck short-sleeved T-shirt,
Clear and shiny eyebrow lines, open between the eyebrows and eyes,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
melon seed face, phoenix eyes, delicate nose,
Pieces of green in different shades,
The evening breeze mixed with the smell of hot soup,
The moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
Height 165 cm,
like a mirage,
The pupils of the eyes are clear and transparent, and there is a small pear socket at the corner of the mouth,
Wearing a "smart 3D stereo holographic image communicator" on the left wrist,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Light beige wide 100-fold long skirt