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