The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
at a glance,
Music water dance in the fountain,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
like a mirage,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
zigzag lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
full of connected dense green leaves,
like a paradise on earth,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Pieces of green in different shades,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Naughty blowing little bubble
looming, smoky,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
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