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