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