Gorilla Mountain(2/10)

As if singing the symphony of spring,

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

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

full of connected dense green leaves,

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

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

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

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Like patches of green misty ocean,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

looming, smoky,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

like a mirage,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

zigzag lotus pond,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

nbsp; Showing a winding mountain scene,

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

at a glance,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

like a paradise on earth,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Sometimes I bend the flowers and

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'