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