danced lightly,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Watching the outside world carefully,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
spring,
A breeze blows,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Arouse circles of ripples,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The grass that just sticks its head out,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
sometimes lift it up,
There is a bridge over the creek,
Bend it now and then,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
Knead out some fine murmurs,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The flowers follow the breeze,
water waves on the creek,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
into the stream,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
lush water plants,