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The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

looming, smoky,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

Showing a winding mountain se,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Pieces of green in different shades,

Like patches of green misty o,

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A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

full of ected dense green leaves,

like a mirage,

There is a small s

But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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