The spring breeze blows slowly,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Pieces of green in different shades,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

like a mirage,

looming, smoky,

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

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

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

full of ected dense green leaves,

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

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

like a paradise oh,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

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