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