There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Showing a winding mountain se,

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

like a paradise oh,

at a gnce,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

looming, smoky,

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

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

Like patches of green misty o,

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

zigzag lotus pond,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

full of ected dense green leaves,

There is a small s

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

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

Pieces of green in different shades,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

like a mirage,