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