It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
like a paradise on earth,
full of connected dense green leaves,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
at a glance,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
Music water dance in the fountain,
eyebrows, and the retribution of God has already been abundant,
The new poems and eloquence are also safe to use, the appearance and change disappear with the east wind,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
like a mirage,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
The
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
looming, smoky,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
There are no lonely birds in the setting sun, but I can see the blue sea grinding bronze,
zigzag lotus pond,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'