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