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