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