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