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