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