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