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