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