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