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