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