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