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