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