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