Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...

But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,

zigzag lotus pond,

at a glance,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

like a paradise on earth,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

looming, smoky,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Pieces of green in different shades,

scene,

like a mirage,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

Sometimes the flower

full of connected dense green leaves,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,

It seems like a slim lady's skirt is swaying,

It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,

Like patches of green misty ocean,