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