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