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