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