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