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