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