Gorilla Mountain(2/10)
The spring breeze blows slowly,
at a glance,
like a paradise on earth,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
like a mirage,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
zigzag lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Sometimes the flowers and plants are gently raised,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
It seems like a slim lady's skirt is swaying,
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Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,