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