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