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