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