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