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