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