There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
looming, smoky,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
like a paradise on earth,
at a glance,
t wind,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Music water dance in the fountain,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
full of connected dense green leaves,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Naughty blowing little bubble
Showing a winding mountain scene,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
like a mirage,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
zigzag lotus pond,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,