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