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