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