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