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