like a mirage,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

looming, smoky,

Like patches of green misty o,

Showing a winding mountain se,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

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

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

zigzag lotus pond,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

at a gnce,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

There is a small s

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

full of ected dense green leaves,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

like a paradise oh,

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