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