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