Pieces of green in different shades,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

full of ected dense green leaves,

zigzag lotus pond,

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

urning heron ntern imitating the painting of a dy is slowly rotating,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

like a paradise oh,

Showing a winding mountain se,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

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

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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looming, smoky,

Like patches of green misty o,

like a mirage,