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