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