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