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