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