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