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