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