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