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