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