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