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