In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

zigzag lotus pond,

like a mirage,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Like patches of green misty o,

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

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

looming, smoky,

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

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

at a gnce,

There is a small s

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

like a paradise oh,

full of ected dense green leaves,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,