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