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