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