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