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