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