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