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