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