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