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