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