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