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