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