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