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