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