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