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