In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

zigzag lotus pond,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

There is a small s

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

like a mirage,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

like a paradise oh,

full of ected dense green leaves,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

looming, smoky,

at a gnce,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Like patches of green misty o,

Pieces of green in different shades,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

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