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