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