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