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