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