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