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like a mirage,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

zigzag lotus pond,

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Like patches of green misty o,

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Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

looming, smoky,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Showing a winding mountain se,

There is a small s

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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