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