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