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