The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

looming, smoky,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

full of ected dense green leaves,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a paradise oh,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

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

at a gnce,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

zigzag lotus pond,

Showing a winding mountain se,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

like a mirage,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

There is a small s