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