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The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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