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