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