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