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