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