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