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