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There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

like a paradise oh,

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

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

looming, smoky,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

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

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

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

full of ected dense green leaves,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Like patches of green misty o,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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like a mirage,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'