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