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