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