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