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