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