The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

zigzag lotus pond,

full of connected dense green leaves,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

scene,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

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like a paradise on earth,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

like a mirage,

at a glance,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

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

looming, smoky,

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

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Sometimes the flower