Like patches of green misty o,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

Showing a winding mountain se,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

like a mirage,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Pieces of green in different shades,

full of ected dense green leaves,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

looming, smoky,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

There is a small s

zigzag lotus pond,

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

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

at a gnce,

like a paradise oh,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,