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