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