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