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