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