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