Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Pieces of green in different shades,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

zigzag lotus pond,

full of ected dense green leaves,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

There is a small s

like a mirage,

urning heron ntern imitating the painting of a dy is slowly rotating,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

You also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

It seems like a slim dy's skirt is swaying,

Showing a winding mountain se,

looming, smoky,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Like patches of green misty o,

It is imagined as a woman who came out of an a ink painting,

like a paradise oh,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

at a gnce,

The spring breeze blows slowly,