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