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