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