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