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