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