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