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