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