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