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