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