the mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise oh,
there are wisps of fragrance flowing,
beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
the moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
it seems like a slim dy' s skirt is swaying,
it is imagined as a woman who came out of an a ink painting,
with a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,
birds looked curiously from side to side on the grass,
zigzag lotus pond,
the spring breeze blows slowly,
like the melody of musical notes beating on geum-hyun,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
lush water pnts,
danced lightly,
the flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
the grass that just sticks its head out,
watg the outside world carefully,
there is a bridge over the creek,
uer small fish swaying gracefully,
naughty blowing little bubbles,
the wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
like patches of green misty o,
there is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
the stream is microwaved,
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the lights are on,
the trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
the dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,
pieces of green in different shades,
quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
the houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
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,
at a gnce,
full of ected dense green leaves,
the leaves are close to each other side by side,
the reeds sway in the evening wind,
water waves on the creek,
glittering in the faint starlight,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
the shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
the long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
into the stream,
the flowers follow the breeze,
bend it now and then,
sometimes lift it up,
as if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
crystal clear,
the sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
as if singing the symphony of spring,
the moon sits on the treetops,
cover your mouth and ugh secretly,
the stars are obscured by shy clouds,