spring,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
danced lightly,
into the stream,
sometimes lift it up,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
A breeze blows,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
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
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Watching the outside world carefully,
water waves on the creek,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
lush water plants,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
Bend it now and then,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,