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