Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

scene,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

full of connected dense green leaves,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

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

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

like a paradise on earth,

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

looming, smoky,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

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

at a glance,

like a mirage,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Sometimes the flower

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

zigzag lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

As if singing the symphony of spring,