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