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