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