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