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