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