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