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