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