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