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