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