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