like a mirage,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
zigzag lotus pond,
looming, smoky,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
Music water dance in the fountain,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Pieces of green in different shades,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
like a paradise on earth,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
t wind,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
at a glance,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Naughty blowing little bubble
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The mountains are rolling up and down,