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