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