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