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