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