A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

at a gnce,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Pieces of green in different shades,

zigzag lotus pond,

like a paradise oh,

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...

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

like a mirage,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

looming, smoky,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

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

full of ected dense green leaves,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Like patches of green misty o,

There is a small s