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