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