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