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