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