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