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