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