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