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