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