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