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