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Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

Pieces of green in different shades,

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The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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The spring breeze blows slowly,

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The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

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The mountains are rolling up and down,

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There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

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

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

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