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