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