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