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