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