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