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