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