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