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