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