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