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