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