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