p; shadows and the abrupt rocks...
zigzag lotus pond,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
at a glance,
full of connected dense green leaves,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It seems like a slim lady's skirt is swaying,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,