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