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