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