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