The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
zigzag lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Pieces of green in different shades,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
like a mirage,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
like a paradise on earth,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
looming, smoky,
at a glance,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Somet
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,