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