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