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