zigzag lotus pond,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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

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

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

looming, smoky,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

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

at a gnce,

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

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

like a mirage,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

full of ected dense green leaves,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Showing a winding mountain se,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Like patches of green misty o,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

like a paradise oh,

There is a small s