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