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