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