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