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