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