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