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