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