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