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bsf,When morning mist spreads over the valley, the entire hill is transforming into the outline of a lying elephant. Ivory is the peaks piercing through the clouds, and a silver waterfall is hanging at the place where the long trunk falls. The four feet are deeply embedded in the green forest, the ear flaps contain half of a rising sun, golden light flows along the wrinkles, accumulating into shimmering lakes in the elephant's back valleys. When the wind blows, the sound of pine trees spreads over the "back", like the even breathing of a giant beast.