The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

looming, smoky,

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

full of ected dense green leaves,

Like patches of green misty o,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

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

Pieces of green in different shades,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

There is a small s

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Showing a winding mountain se,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

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

like a mirage,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

like a paradise oh,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

zigzag lotus pond,