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