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