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02

The

moon

shadow

casts

infinite

silver

threads,

The

evening

breeze

mixed

with

the

smell

of

hot

soup,

The

houses

in

the

distance

are

misty

and

smoky,

like

a

mirage,

The

mountains

are

rolling

up

and

down,

looming,

smoky,

like

a

paradise

oh,

Pieces

of

green

in

different

shades,

Like

patches

of

green

misty

o,

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,

Uer

small

fish

swaying

gracefully,

Naughty

blowing

little

bubbles,

The

wind

caressed

all

kinds

of

flowers

and

pnts

by

the

stream,

Bend

it

now

and

then,

sometimes

lift

it

up,

As

if

the

earth

was

breathing

rhythmically,

The

grass

that

just

sticks

its

head

out,

Watg

the

outside

world

carefully,

There

is

a

bridge

over

the

creek,

The

long

branches

on

the

side

of

the

bridge

hang

in

a

string,

into

the

stream,

The

flowers

follow

the

breeze,

danced

lightly,

The

flowers

are

fragrant,

the

petals

are

fluttering,

attracted

a

dazzling

group

of

butterflies,

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