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like a mirage,

scene,

looming, smoky,

With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

full of connected dense green leaves,

The spring breeze blows slowly,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,

The leaves are close to each other side by side,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,

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

The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,

There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,

at a glance,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Naughty blowing little bubbles,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

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

like a paradise on earth,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,

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

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

zigzag lotus pond,

Sometimes the flower

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

Like patches of green misty ocean,

Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,

Pieces of green in different shades,