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