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