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