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