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