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