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