Like patches of green misty o,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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

full of ected dense green leaves,

Pieces of green in different shades,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

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...

There is a small s

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

like a mirage,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

like a paradise oh,

zigzag lotus pond,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

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

looming, smoky,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Showing a winding mountain se,

at a gnce,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,