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