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