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