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