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