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