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