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