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