The mountains are rolling up and down,
Pieces of green in different shades,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
zigzag lotus pond,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
Somet
The spring breeze blows slowly,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
like a paradise on earth,
like a mirage,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
looming, smoky,
at a glance,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
full of connected dense green leaves,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,