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