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