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