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