On a spring day, the garden looks like a dreamy scroll, with a beautiful woman in it. She was wearing a snow-white dress with a swaying hem like a lily. The lace and light blue ribbon outlined her slender waist. Walking in the sea of flowers, there are blooming flowers at your feet, your long hair is hanging down and brushing your cheeks, your eyes are clear and lively, and the corners of your eyes are raised to tell stories. Reaching out to touch the rose, her slender and pink fingers complemented the flower. The petals were like dewdrops. The woman leaned over to smell the fragrance and smiled, her dimples concealing sweetness. Butterflies danced around her, and she stopped. Her eyes were full of tenderness, and the sunlight shone through the leaves. She was like a fairy left behind, so beautiful and moving.
