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