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