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