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