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