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