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