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