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