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