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