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