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