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