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