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