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