But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
looming, smoky,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
like a paradise on earth,
like a mirage,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
at a glance,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
full of connected dense green leaves,
zigzag lotus pond,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
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