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