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