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