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