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