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