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