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