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