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