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