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