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