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