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like a paradise oh,

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

zigzag lotus pond,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

Pieces of green in different shades,

like a mirage,

Showing a winding mountain se,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

at a gnce,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

full of ected dense green leaves,

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

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

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

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Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

looming, smoky,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Like patches of green misty o,