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