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