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