You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
full of connected dense green leaves,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubble
The spring breeze blows slowly,
t wind,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
like a mirage,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Music water dance in the fountain,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
looming, smoky,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
at a glance,
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,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
zigzag lotus pond,
like a paradise on earth,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,