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