Pieces of green in different shades,

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

Like patches of green misty o,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

at a gnce,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

full of ected dense green leaves,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

looming, smoky,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

zigzag lotus pond,

like a mirage,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

There is a small s

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

like a paradise oh,