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