Naughty blowing little bubble
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
like a paradise on earth,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Pieces of green in different shades,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
at a glance,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
looming, smoky,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
like a mirage,
Music water dance in the fountain,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
t wind,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
zigzag lotus pond,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'