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