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