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A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Like patches of green misty o,

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The spring breeze blows slowly,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

like a paradise oh,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

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

looming, smoky,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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