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