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