like a mirage,

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

full of ected dense green leaves,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

looming, smoky,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Pieces of green in different shades,

There is a small s

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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

Like patches of green misty o,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The spring breeze blows slowly,

zigzag lotus pond,

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at a gnce,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

like a paradise oh,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

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