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