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