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