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