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