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