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