Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

zigzag lotus pond,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

full of connected dense green leaves,

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

looming, smoky,

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A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

at a glance,

like a paradise on earth,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

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

scene,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

like a mirage,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

Sometimes the flower

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

Like patches of green misty ocean,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,