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