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