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