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