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