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