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