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