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