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