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