In the spring afternoon, the sunshine flows like melted honey on the ocean of tulips, and the girl with headdress curls up in colorful flowers. Her long brown hair hung down her shoulders like silk, and a few strands of broken hair hung playfully on both sides of her cheeks. The ends of her hair curled slightly and swayed gently in the breeze. Those bright eyes are as crystal clear as peach jelly, full of tenderness and curiosity, and the flowing eyes have a slight luster, as if hiding the romance of the whole spring.
The surface of the dress is decorated with delicate lace, and the crown is decorated with small flowers made of pearls, which complement the flower sea below. Her white fingertips caressed tulips, which looked as red as fire, as bright as gold and as pink and purple as the clouds around her. Dewdrops on the petals wet her fingertips, and the coolness penetrated into her skin.
Overhead, in the pink rose sky, fluffy pink clouds float like fluffy cotton candy, and are sometimes pulled into various lovely shapes by the wind. On the grass in the distance, several wooden windmills are turning slowly, and dark brown leaves cast mottled light and shadow in the sun. The chirping of bees among the flowers constitutes a brisk pastoral. The breeze blew, and the sea of tulips opened layer by layer, wrapping flowers on the girl's nose and blowing away her hair. The whole picture looks like a dream in a fairy tale book.Blue clothes
