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