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