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