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