scene,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

zigzag lotus pond,

at a glance,

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As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

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

Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Sometimes the flower

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

looming, smoky,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

like a mirage,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

full of connected dense green leaves,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

like a paradise on earth,

Pieces of green in different shades,