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