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