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