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