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