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