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