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