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