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