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