Beautiful poems in the moonlight of the lotus pond

on the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like a graceful dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully (ni m ℉ o, nu ó), and some are shyly beating flowers; Just like a pearl, like a star in a blue sky, like a beauty who just came out of the bath. When the breeze passed by, it sent wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and passed across the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves were close to each other side by side, so there was a clear wave mark. Under the leaves is the running water of the pulse (Mi), which is covered and can't see some colors; And the leaves are more exposed to the wind.

the moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring down on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be washed in milk; It's like a dream in a gauze cage. Although it is a full moon, there is a faint cloud in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just the benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is also unique. The moonlight shone through the trees, and the bushes in the high places dropped jagged and mottled shadows, which were as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh Ling (transliteration of English violin).

The four sides of the lotus pond are far and near, and the trees are high and low, but the willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on the side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be specially left for the moonlight. One example of tree color is cloudy, which looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains in the treetops, which are only a little careless. There are also one or two lights leaking through the cracks in the trees. It is the eyes of those who are thirsty to sleep that are listless. At this time, the most lively things are cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.

I think these three paragraphs are all beautiful.