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