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