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