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