like a mirage,
zigzag lotus pond,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
at a glance,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
looming, smoky,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
t wind,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
Music water dance in the fountain,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Naughty blowing little bubble
The mountains are rolling up and down,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
like a paradise on earth,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,