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