The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Pieces of green in different shades,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
like a mirage,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
like a paradise on earth,
at a glance,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Somet
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
full of connected dense green leaves,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
zigzag lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
looming, smoky,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The spring breeze blows slowly,