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