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