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