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