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Origin 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 is clear and pleasant,

As if singing the symphony of spring,

Underwater small fish swaying&nbs

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