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