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