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