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