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