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