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