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