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