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