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