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