Blue lagoon invited the bright moon, autumn water drunk red-violet.
I envy the blue lake, not the sky, and forget the wine in the breeze. The islands in the lake are green as snails, and the water is like jade.
Fishing songs whisper love stories behind the foot of the slope and before crossing the water. Feel the time, but make a happy sentence and recall the prosperity.
Smoke and water reflect the sky, and Qian Shan is full of greenery. The islands are scattered like snails, and thousands of waters are arched into jasper inlays.
The vast Pinghu is full of blue waves, and the long moon shines through the green screen.