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