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