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