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