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