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