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