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