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