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