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