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