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