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