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