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