千顷波光已是不再,斜飞布影已是不再,横绿阑干已是不再,浮萍开处鱼虾翕动也已不再。几亩荷塘从苍苍桂树掩映的路旁缓缓踱向乱石堆垒的山脚,衰黄干枯的藕枝残叶斜仄扑倒着,瑟瑟在春寒的料峭中,将荷塘寂寥得荒芜冷清。从荷塘边爬沿而上的山石绵延堆垒,将沉稳持重的西山拖向眼 Light is no longer thousands of heavens, oblique flying is no longer the film, horizontal green center is no longer dry, duckweed open fish and shrimp move no longer. A few acres of ponds from the roadside lurking GUI Gui trees slowly piled the foot of the heap of rocky heaps, decayed yellow lotus root dry leaves rampant fluttering down, shiru chilly in the chilly, the pond lonely deserted deserted. Climbing from the pond along the rock stretches along the heaps, the steady Western Hills dragged to the eye