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