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