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