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