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