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