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