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