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