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