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