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