On the boulevard of the campus, I met a beautiful woman with a temperament. She was dressed in a beautiful dress, like a fairy descending into the mortal world.
Her steps were light, like a breeze blowing through the treetops, bringing a burst of fragrance. The sunlight shone down on her through the gaps in the foliage, gilding her with a warm golden light. Her skin was as white as snow, and her face like a jade sculpture exuded a noble and elegant atmosphere.
Her eyes were bright and clear, like two black pearls, revealing deep wisdom and spirituality. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile, as if the whole world was falling for her.
She gently swayed the book in her hand, and the breeze blew the hem of her skirt like a fluttering butterfly. Her hair flutters lightly and exudes an enchanting fragrance that is intoxicating.
At this moment, I seemed to have forgotten the existence of time and space, and only her beautiful figure and mesmerizing temperament remained. I can't help but think of those old verses: "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent." One look at the city, and then look at the country. ”
This temperament beauty is not only beautiful in appearance, but also a temperament that cultivates both inside and outside. Her presence has made the whole campus a better place, and her beauty and grace will remain in my memory forever.