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