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