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