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