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