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