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