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