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