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