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