The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Like patches of green misty o,

Showing a winding mountain se,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

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

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

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

There is a small s

at a gnce,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

full of ected dense green leaves,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

zigzag lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

like a paradise oh,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

like a mirage,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

looming, smoky,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,