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