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