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