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