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