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