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