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