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