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