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