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