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With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,

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

A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,

A slight cool breeze moves slowly,

There are wisps of fragrance flowing,

Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,

The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,

Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'

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,

crystal clear,

The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,

As if singing the symphony of spring,