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