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