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The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
like a mirage,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
like a paradise on earth,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Pieces of green in different shades,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Sometimes I bend the flowers and plants gently,
Sometimes the flowers and plants are gently raised,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Those little green grasses who just stuck their heads out,
Watching the outside world cautiously,
There is a bow bridge over the creek,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang down into strings and fall into the stream,
The flowers follow