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