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