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