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