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