Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

Showing a winding mountain se,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

looming, smoky,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

There is a small s

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

zigzag lotus pond,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

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

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

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

like a paradise oh,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a mirage,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

full of ected dense green leaves,

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

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

at a gnce,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,