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