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