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