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