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Like patches of green misty o,

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The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

like a mirage,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

zigzag lotus pond,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

like a paradise oh,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

full of ected dense green leaves,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

There is a small s