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