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