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