The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Like patches of green misty o,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

zigzag lotus pond,

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

like a mirage,

at a gnce,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Showing a winding mountain se,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

full of ected dense green leaves,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

There is a small s

like a paradise oh,

looming, smoky,