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