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

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

Pieces of green in different shades,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Showing a winding mountain se,

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The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

like a mirage,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Like patches of green misty o,

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

zigzag lotus pond,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

looming, smoky,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

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

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

full of ected dense green leaves,

There is a small s

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