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