In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

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

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

full of ected dense green leaves,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Like patches of green misty o,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

There is a small s

like a mirage,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

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

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

at a gnce,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

zigzag lotus pond,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Showing a winding mountain se,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

looming, smoky,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

like a paradise oh,