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