The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

zigzag lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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like a paradise oh,

like a mirage,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

There is a small s

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

looming, smoky,

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