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