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