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