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