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