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