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