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