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In bright MR automatic makeup mirror,

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The leaves are close to each other side by side,

The mountains are rolling up and down,

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

The spring breeze blows slowly,

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looming, smoky,

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

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Pieces of green in different shades,

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like a mirage,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

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

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

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Like patches of green misty o,

The dim moonlight shohrough the tree cracks,

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

With a touch of sadness, her charming nmorous,

The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Beh the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

like a paradise oh,

zigzag lotus pond,

The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,