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