Like patches of green misty o,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
ron ntern imitating the painting of a dy is slowly rotating,
It seems like a slim dy' s skirt is swaying,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
like a paradise oh,
Pieces of green in different shades,
like a mirage,
at a gnce,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an a ink painting,
Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,
You also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
The mountains are rolling up and down,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
looming, smoky,
There is a small stream beside
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
zigzag lotus pond,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
full of ected dense green leaves,
Showing a winding mountain se,
In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,