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