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