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