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