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