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