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