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