The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
ree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
zigzag lotus pond,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
like a mirage,
like a paradise on earth,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
full of connected dense green leaves,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Somet
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
looming, smoky,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
at a glance,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,