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