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