Pieces of green in different shades,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

Showing a winding mountain se,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

like a mirage,

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

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Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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zigzag lotus pond,

There is a small s

full of ected dense green leaves,

like a paradise oh,

looming, smoky,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

Like patches of green misty o,

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

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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The leaves are close to each other side by side,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,