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