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