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