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