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