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Net Red 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 on earth,

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 &

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