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