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