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