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