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