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