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