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