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