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