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