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