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