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