It was like a piano across the water.
The water was used as a string, extending
A string of laughter.
The rain came, and
The women who enjoyed the lotus played together.
The wind was also fun, and they stepped on the strings with their feet.
They played a night in the lotus pond. Little frogs are like chess pieces
looking for fighters on the lotus leaves, jumping around
The rhythm is fast and slow, as if to break the peace of summer
The lotus pond in June can also be seen as an abstruse book
Sitting by the pond with the cry of cicadas
Reading June, page after page
Red dragonflies flying by and eating lotus flowers. Like a moving three-dimensional painting
lotus flowers, lotus leaf fields
pink, blue and white, blossoming gracefully in full bloom
distant mountains, and the willow on the shore of the nearby pavilion
affectionately facing each other
, teasing with her long hair
, the fish in the water
the lotus pond in June.