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