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