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