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