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