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