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