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