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