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