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