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