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