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