The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Pieces of green in different shades,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
looming, smoky,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
zigzag lotus pond,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Somet
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
full of connected dense green leaves,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
like a paradise on earth,
like a mirage,
at a glance,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,