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