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