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