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