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