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