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