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