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