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