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