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