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