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