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