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