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