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