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