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