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