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