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