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